Detention

As the blaring alarm pierced the morning silence, it was clear that today was not going to start smoothly for Orion Blanchard.

"Ugh, why so loud, alarm clock?" she groaned, squinting at the bright numbers on the display. 5:34 AM. Panic washed over her as she realized she was dangerously close to being late for her 6 AM history class, yet again.

Frantically rushing to get ready, Orion cursed her luck and her stubborn alarm clock, which seemed to have a knack for failing her at the worst times.

With no time to spare for grooming, she dashed out the door, hoping against hope to make it to class on time. But fate seemed determined to test her resolve as she faced the daunting task of climbing the stairs in the College of Arts and History, lacking the convenience of an elevator.

Breathless and dizzy from the exertion, Orion collided with an unexpected obstacle on her ascent. "Ouch! What the-Oh my, why, hello there, Sir Padalecki!" she stammered, caught off guard by the handsome figure blocking her path.

"Good morning, Miss Blanchard," his deep voice resonated, sending shivers down her spine. Why did he always have this effect on her?

Trying to regain her composure, Orion attempted a flirty response, complimenting his hair and inwardly cursing her own awkwardness.

But Sir Padalecki remained unfazed, his hazel eyes locking onto hers with a knowing gaze. "Do you know what time it is, Miss Blanchard?" he quizzed, his smirk suggesting he was onto her game.

Caught in her own web of excuses, Orion stumbled over her words, desperately trying to salvage the situation with feeble attempts at humor.

However, Sir Padalecki was having none of it. With a sigh, he revealed the harsh reality of her lateness, leaving Orion with no choice but to accept the consequences.

As they entered the classroom, Orion couldn't help but feel a pang of regret for her tardiness, knowing she had once again let herself down in front of her favorite professor. Oh, the trials and tribulations of being Orion Blanchard, she mused, shaking her head at her own misfortune.

I waited for all my classmates to leave the History class before approaching Prof. Samuel's table.

Professor Samuel still had his glasses on and was filling out a small form. When he finished, he handed it to me and took off his glasses. (Wow, Prof. Padalecki looks so hot, seriously!)

I glanced at the paper.

Detention Form.

"The room number and time are written there. Don't be late, or you'll get another violation," he said, looking up at me.

I just nodded, feeling a bit out of sorts. My clean record at this university is about to be tainted.

I glanced at Prof. Samuel. It seemed like he was reluctant to give me this. (Oh my, if I know, he's starting to fall for me! Haha!)

"I hate to do this, but I have to. I've let your lateness slide multiple times in my class. I understand you have your reasons, but I have to follow the university's protocol," he explained.

I just nodded along, looking down at the floor near his table.

"Orion," he called out to me. I looked at him, pouting like a sulking child.

My eyes widened even more, and I frowned. Suddenly, Prof. Samuel burst into laughter. I looked at him and saw that his face is turning red. Oh, goodness. He's so handsome. His smile is just perfect!

I couldn't help but smile back.

"That's okay, Miss Blanchard. Just do your best not to commit the same mistake again," he advised, returning to his formal demeanor.

I nodded. "Yes, Sir." I smiled a little.

"You may go," he motioned towards the door.

"Bye, Sir," I said as I walked out of 407A.

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I walked slowly towards my next class, HOPE. I don't even feel like going. Just the act of walking feels heavy now. And then I have PE? Of all days, today's class isn't a discussion; it's all physical activities. Oh, well. Let's just go to Gym A.

I headed straight for the lockers when I arrived at Gym A. I absentmindedly changed into my PE uniform. Some of my kind classmates in PE greeted me (they're early not because they're excited to study, but probably just to catch a glimpse of our handsome hunky professor, Sir Ross Ackles), but I didn't pay much attention to them. I just smiled.

I left the locker room before them. They're still busy primping (for Sir Ackles). I walked straight to a bench.

"And what're ya thinkin' of?" I heard his very strong and delightful voice. I looked up into his wide, beautiful emerald eyes. Who else but our handsome HOPE professor, Sir Ross Ackles.

I just shook my head but smiled a little. Of course, who wouldn't smile at such a handsome face, right?

"I'm sure that's not me. 'Cause if that were me, you'd be smiling," he smirked. He's a bit of a flirt with the girls. I chuckled a bit. He's a bit cheeky but kind. He's one of my most beloved and kind professors.

"So, what's up? Aren't you gonna tell me what makes that little face of yours crumple?" he sat beside me on the bench.

I pulled out the form given by Sir Padalecki and handed it to Sir Ackles.

"Ohh... Detention," he said softly, showing sympathy.

"Lemme guess. Late again to Sammy's class?" yeah, he calls Sir Samuel "Sammy." They're best friends, after all.

I nodded.

My very kind professor burst into laughter.

Well, his sympathy didn't last long.

I frowned even more.

"Hey, sweetie! Don't give me that face... I'm just trying to cheer ya up," he said gently, rubbing my shoulder.

"It's not helping," I exhaled. "Gosh, Sir. This is the first time I've gotten this in my entire time at this school..." there, I feel like crying now. Darn it, Oreo! You're so emotional!

I was surprised when Sir Ackles suddenly hugged me and pulled me closer. "Aww, c'mon! Don't be sad! Worried about your record? That's just a piece of paper!" he chuckled. (Sexy! Hey Oreo, stop flirting!) "When I was in high school and college, my record was full of red remarks!" he laughed loudly. Geez, Sir, he's so proud of all those violations he had back then.

"Wow, Sir. You're really proud," I sarcastically said but teasingly.

"Of course! I used to be known as 'Ross-badass-Ackles'!" he said his title with so much feeling.

I can't help but laugh at him.

To make the long story of his 'glorious days' short, records don't matter much when you're on the busy streets of building your career.

"So, cheer up! That's just an hour of boring sitting and writing bullsh*ts, and then it's done!" he smiled. He held my chin and brought me closer to him. "C'mon, Sweetie! Show me a smile,"

I smiled. A genuine smile.

"That's it. Now, I have to go back to being professional," he stood up from the bench and tapped my shoulder. "You follow soon. Our class is about to start," he turned his back to leave, "but before that," he spun on his heel and looked back at me... and blew a flying kiss with a wink.

Oh, my heart, it skipped a beat! Haha, that man is so shameless. He's so good at making me blush!

I laughed. "You're such a flirt, Sir! Nuff of this! Your fangirls will get jealous!"

He laughed and left.

I just smiled as he left. Our conversation helped lighten my mood. Gosh, he really feels like an older brother to me. I don't know, but I have a crush on Sir Ackles (because he's really handsome. And sexy!). And sometimes, I get the butterflies, but our closeness is different. I also feel comfortable around him. Would you believe that I'm the only student he treats like this? Oh, well. He flirts with others, but not as much. Maybe he knows I'm different. Like, I won't fall for any of his flirty acts. Maybe he also senses that I see him more as an older brother (most of the time. Sometimes, though, he's really...)

But still, I have detention.

Oh, well. Whatever.

I quickly changed right after our class with Sir Ackles. It's surprising how it's like my energy bar got refilled, but I was totally drained from all the activities earlier.

Since there were so many people around Sir Ackles, I didn't approach him again. But before I left Gym A, he winked at me and smiled. Oha? Oha? Go ahead and be jealous, please.

I pulled out the form from my pocket. I'm only reading it now.

Detention Form -

Inclined to: Mary Orion Blanchard

Date: 22 AUG

Violation: Tardiness/Late

Subject: World History

Professor: Samuel Padalecki

The student who committed the stated violation must attend detention on -22 AUG- at exactly -4:00 PM-, -RM 423B CEd- to undergo disciplinary measures.

Oh my gosh. For real. Detention is really happening. Ugh, so annoying. The feeling that you're about to go home, and then bam, detention. The worst! I know it's going to be 3 hours too. So much fun. :<

The whole day passed, and I was still feeling down. I barely talked to anyone today. Even my friends, I didn't really interact with them. There's only a few of them I'd actually call real friends. Anyway. I tried focusing on the past lessons.

It's already 2:45 PM. I need to head to my next class, English Literacy, at room 212A in the College of Education.

I entered right away. I was probably early because no one was there yet. I just bowed my head and sat at the desk. I figured I might as well rest my brain for a bit. I was so stressed out because of my detention.

Mmm... I must've dozed off. Wait, what time is it...? Why does it still feel like no one's here...?

"Rise and shine, Love."

I quickly straightened up. It was Professor Crowley Sheppard, my prof for EL! He was sitting at his desk, but I was seated at the front.

"S-Sorry, Sir..." I wiped my cheek. I was a bit sweaty. This is so embarrassing.

He smiled at me. "It's okay, dear." He's really handsome for a guy in his mid-30s. His eyes are a mix of corn and emerald in color, his skin's pinkish on the cheeks, and his smile is chef's kiss. SPNU is full of such attractive professors.

I noticed no one else was there when I looked around the room.

"I cancelled today's class, dear. Since we finished some lessons ahead of schedule, I thought I should give you guys a break." He said with his oh-so-sexy British accent. I nodded.

"You were sleeping like a princess, so I didn't bother waking you up. Plus, you looked a little upset or stressed when I saw you earlier. You didn't even notice the announcement I wrote on the board," he chuckled lightly. That's when I noticed what was written on the board.

-No sessions today, ELWIX7 class.

~Mr. Sheppard.

Oh great. I didn't even notice. Such an airhead, Oreo. Totally zoned out. Ugh. I'm so embarrassed in front of Sir Crowley.

"I'm really sorry, Sir. And thank you for letting me sleep here," I said, feeling embarrassed but offering an awkward smile.

"It's fine, princess. I don't have any sessions left today, and it's too early to go home. So I decided to spend my free time just watching over you, Sleeping Beauty." He winked again. Seriously, all the good-looking professors here at SPNU have this weird talent for making you swoon.

"Thank you, Sir." I smiled. I looked at my wristwatch. Oh no, it's 3:38 PM already! My detention is at 4:00 PM!

I grabbed my stuff and stood up. "Sir, I have to go. Thank you so much for letting me stay here and for looking after me. I really have to go. Bye, Mr. Sheppard!"

"No problem, sweetheart. See you next session." His calm, natural voice followed me as I waved and rushed out of his classroom.

Thank goodness there was no class in EL. At least I got some rest. Mr. Sheppard is really kind. Also, thank goodness there was no class. If there was, my brain would've probably melted from all the reading.

So, here I am. I hurried to room 423B in the CEd building. It's in the other building, on the fourth floor! Given how short I am, I really had to rush to make it on time. I could've taken the elevator, but since it's rush hour, the elevator line was probably packed.

-RM 423B-

There was a paper posted on the door. It said in marker, "Detention 4:00 PM-6:00 PM."

I knocked a few times, then turned the knob. I peeked inside the ajar door. I saw a professor I'd never seen before, even though I've been here at SPNU for a while. I know almost all the professors here, but this one is new to me.

He was wearing a white long-sleeved shirt, black slacks, and black leather shoes. He was sitting at his desk, looking at something in his hands.

"Come in," he spoke without looking at me. His voice was manly, but sweet. It actually sounded like a romantic poet.

I stepped inside and pushed the door shut. I turned to look around the room. There were about four other students here, probably also serving detention. Thank goodness I wasn't alone.

"You must be," he read the paper in his hand, seemingly searching for my name, "Mary Orion Blanchard?" He asked, half-certain, waiting for me to confirm.

I nodded, nervous. It's my first time in detention.

He nodded too. He looked away from me and returned to the papers on his desk. "Take the seat in front," he motioned to the closest chair in front of his desk. I quickly obeyed.

I sat there, staring down. It was so quiet. The only sounds were a few shuffling noises and the pop of chewing gum. I couldn't take it anymore, so I looked around the room. I glanced at the other students.

One guy looked like a frat bro. Leather jacket, spiked hair, henna tattoos all over his arms, piercings, and that scowl on his face. Definitely not someone I'd ever date.

There was a girl too. She had that too much makeup look, a mini skirt, a body-hugging blouse, a curled ponytail, chewing gum, and acting flirty, playing with her hair and looking around. She was probably trying to impress the prof.

Then there were two others who looked like high school students. They were in uniform, both with messed-up hair and bruises, and one even had blood on his uniform. They probably fought.

We were scattered all around the large room. Of the five of us, I'm pretty sure I have the most minor violation. I also look like the most "decent" one here.

I turned my gaze back to the front, only to realize the professor was staring at me.

And that's when I noticed...

Nicely combed almond hair, pinkish white skin, a pointed nose, light-colored medium-length eyebrows, soft and full lips pressed together, and the most striking thing-his wide, ocean-blue eyes.

Oh my god, why is he so handsome?

Other professors at SPNU are attractive too, but this one... Wow. He could play an angel in a TV series. His eyes are so blue! His lips look soft but pink, and they're just... so kissable...

Wait, how have I never noticed this ridiculously handsome professor??

"Miss Blanchard,"

"Oh my god!"

I heard some of the other students laugh softly.

I swear, my face is turning bright red. It's so embarrassing! I was so stunned by his looks that I didn't even notice he was calling me! ><

I lowered my head, but I sneaked a quick glance at him. He was trying to suppress his laughter.

Of all days, detention and now I'm embarrassed too! Seriously, Oreo? You really have the worst luck today! Grrr.

I quickly lowered my head again. Please, ground, swallow me whole!!!

"Okay," he sighed. I heard his chair move, and I looked up just casually. He was now standing in front, grabbed a whiteboard marker, and started writing on the board.

He wrote his name: 'Professor Misha Novak.'

Misha? That sounds like a girl's name.

He turned back to us. "You're here because you violated the university rules, correct?" he asked again. His voice sounded so smooth, but he was so serious. Too serious.

"Yes, Sir." we all answered softly.

"Most of you aren't new to this, right?" he asked as he walked towards the side of the platform facing me.

Only they answered. Me? I'm a newbie here. I'm actually a good student.

He suddenly looked at me. "Except for you." Oh great, now I'm really panicking.

I just stared at him. I tried to remain calm so he wouldn't see how nervous I was. I really don't want to look dumb again.

"You were late three times. So, you need to attend three more detentions after this," he explained. Wait, what??

"Three more?? But... Why?" I frowned. Seriously, why not just one?

"Disciplinary measures." His answer was brief as he returned to his desk.

Ugh, seriously. This detention thing is such a hassle, and now there are more to come.

"First, reflect on your mistakes. Think about the wrong you've done and write it down on a piece of paper."

I heard the others grumbling. I didn't like it either, but what can I do? I don't want to add to my violation.